Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Chapter 240: Ran Dan's Retreat, Rus's Decision

"It's time for us to go." Above the planet Shana, a wailing sound came from the terrifying Randan fleet. In Randan's mental network, under the shadow of the subspace that even Chaos demons dared not easily spy on, the most powerful supreme brain on this battlefield, the Moon of Death, looked at the Shana Forge World below, feeling very unwilling.

The humans on the other side were powerful, but not so powerful that he and his host couldn't handle them. If they were willing to pay a price, Death Moon believed he could capture or even destroy the planet, but the Overmind refused his request. So, Death Moon and his fleet engaged the enemy in a long, meaningless war of attrition.

Indeed, it was pointless. In reality, humans considered the Randan their most formidable enemy. And wasn't the Randan any less so? The human empire was vast, its territory, population, and fleets exceeding the Randan aliens' previous imaginings. The fact that some humans had become comparable to Overminds posed a mortal threat to the Randan aliens. From Overminds down to the Masterminds, they understood that this war of attrition was a form of chronic suicide; they couldn't outlast it. When the Randan fleet, population, and luck were decimated by this war of attrition, everyone, from Overminds down to ordinary Masterminds, would be severely weakened.

The Randan's power was limited. They were simultaneously engaged in a war with the Human Empire on two battlefields, but could only choose to eliminate one. The Randan Overlord had no intention of engaging in direct combat with a human being of their own caliber at this point. Therefore, whether on the Shana battlefield or the other battlefield, the Randan aliens' attacks were restrained, waiting for the opposing higher-ups to make a choice. And now, the other side had made their choice!

A certain being, whose name must not be addressed, had already decided to rush to Shana. The Dark Lord had foreseen this. Now, it was time for Death Moon to evacuate the Randan fleet from the battlefield. However, he couldn't do so easily. He and the other two War Moons had left at will, but the remaining fleets, especially the remaining star fortresses, would face difficulties in evacuating. Most of the star fortresses lacked self-powered power and would require towing. Furthermore, the opposing human fleet still maintained sufficient combat effectiveness, and in their haste, they were bound to be vulnerable.

"We captured some Space Wolves prisoners? Some of them are genetic mutants?" Death Moon asked in the psychic network.

"Yes, we did capture some. They are a very special species, possessing both endogenous and exogenous genes. Their bodies have also been modified, approaching the level of us bone-eaters." A mastermind nearby responded.

"Gather these guys at the Howling Abyss Space Station." Death Moon ordered.

"That's a remote star fortress, my lord. These precious research materials are not safe here. One of the human legions would surely be willing to pay a huge price to capture it."

"This is our goal. When the Space Wolves attack this remote fortress, our main fleet will only have to face another legion. This is good news for us who are about to withdraw. Leak the news, at least to let the other side's clumsy psykers sense it all. We are ready to evacuate." said Death Moon.

"As you command."

"Alas..." Death Moon sighed. The war situation was not favorable. Although the Dark Overlord could completely destroy a human legion and their so-called Primarch, after this battle, the Dark Overlord would also be greatly exhausted. Then, it would be the opponent's turn.

"Perhaps the Wormmen's way of survival is better. While they could never become the overlords of the galaxy, let alone face the most terrifying existence in the Warp, surviving in this dark galaxy is a luxury." Death Moon fell into deep thought. In his view, avoiding the fortunate and transcendental beings of Terra and hiding in areas beyond the reach of the Terran Star Matrix was the correct choice. Unfortunately, with the final awakening of the Randan Overmind, all this could no longer be concealed. Even if they abandoned their former ancestral lands and hid in areas beyond the reach of the Star Matrix, the transcendental beings, the so-called gods among humans, would surely find Randan and the Overmind!

When the Randan aliens decided to burn their future, civilization, and destiny, nothing could be reversed! Either they would win, become the overlord of the galaxy, and curb the shadows in the void. Or they would perish, and have every trace of their existence completely wiped out by the victorious civilization. This galaxy is so terrifying and direct!

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"My lord, the Randan aliens appear to be retreating!" When a servant's voice rang in the Lion King's ears, he almost suspected he was hallucinating. He couldn't understand why the Randan aliens would suddenly retreat! The two sides had been engaged in battle in this system for a long time, with each side losing over four digits of warships! And now, on the Forge World of Shana, there were still a large number of Randan warriors and countless slave legions. The Dark Angels and Space Wolves were still locked in a bitter battle. And the other side was going to withdraw in such an unclear manner?

"Could this be their trick?" Luther said suspiciously.

"Wait a little longer and keep an eye on their war moons. If these war moons are still in their positions, or have retreated but not escaped into the subspace, it means that this is a trap. And if these terrifying war machines also leave, then something unspeakable must have happened." Zhuang Sen said, staring at the three huge war moons in the projection.

"The three war moons are evacuating, and they seem to be entering the warp in batches." Half an hour later, a servant said after confirming the information again and again.

"Gather the fleet! Tell the Space Wolves to prepare for a counterattack immediately. Once the largest war moon withdraws from the battlefield, we will launch a counterattack immediately!" Zhuang Sen didn't understand why the other party chose to give up, but now the other party's actions and his intuition told him that this was an opportunity, an opportunity that although could not destroy those hateful war moons, could still destroy a large number of Randan fleets.

"We have informed the Space Wolves Legion. Primarch Russ has responded to our request, and the Space Wolves fleet is gathering." A few minutes later, the attendant delivered another exciting message.

By this time, Jonson was certain the Randan xenos were preparing to evacuate. A large number of the fleet had already escaped into the Warp, accompanying the War Moon. The remaining fleet, left behind to intercept them, was concentrated near the Star Fortress. Clearly, the Randan xenos could not carry off the heavy, immovable war supplies. Their only purpose was to delay the advance of the Dark Angels and Space Wolves. The remaining Randan fleet was ready for the final bloody battle.

"Attack immediately! Tell everyone that the time for revenge has come!" When the Death Moon, which Jonson feared the most, entered Mandeville Point and tore open the void, the Dark Angels and Space Wolves fleets that had been prepared finally launched an attack!

"Contact my brothers. I hope the Space Wolves can quickly breach the Randan aliens' Star Fortress 8. If we can break through here, his fleet will be able to swiftly penetrate their formation. The remaining Randan fleet will then retreat to the passageway at Mandeville Point. Then, like a giant pincer, our two fleets will utterly crush the target!" Jonson's mind quickly formulated the most feasible plan at this stage. It was clean and efficient, and would yield significant results. The Space Wolves possessed a mobile star fortress, and the powerful long-range firepower of the Splendor-class battleships could more quickly destroy distant targets. Jonson believed his plan was flawless and tactically impeccable. And at first, Russ actually followed his orders.

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"Have the Mokai's Fang and its escorts advance! Draw the enemy's firepower and suppress the firepower of Randan Star Fortress No. 8. Tell Darlon that I will hand over all of the Legion's Brilliant-class battleships to him. Open a breach at the 8 o'clock position of the opposing star fortress."

"Homil Longgang, take your fleet and be ready at any time. Once Dallon opens a gap, you need to rush up immediately with my fleet, break through the enemy's defense line, and divide the enemy at the same time. The remaining large companies will follow my flagship to complete the division and encirclement of the enemy on this battlefield! That's it. The first goal is to destroy the enemy fleet! Open a channel for the subsequent interspersed fleet." Rus issued a series of orders.

"So when will we break through Randan Star Fortress No. 8?" someone asked.

"This thing can't escape. We just need to prevent it from crashing into Shana Forge World. Our first priority is to quickly intercept more enemies." Russ said, looking out the window. Two of the three war moons had already vanished from the real universe, and the final one was about to retreat. Facing the retreating war moons, Russ had no idea what to do. After the long battle, his fleet had also suffered heavy losses. Of the three Dark Angels' Glorious Queens, only Jonson's flagship remained on the front lines. However, in addition to these war moons, a large number of Randan warships could only enter the Warp in batches due to the capacity issues of Mandeville Point. They would become the prey of Russ's fleet!

Accompanied by the roar of the axial main guns of the Glorious-class battleships, at a combat distance far beyond that of ordinary battleships, the concentrated Glorious-class battleships slaughtered the large warships of the Randan Legion with extremely high efficiency. Those warships, which were equivalent to human battleships and large cruisers, were the backbone of the entire Randan fleet. Amidst the repeated salvos of ultra-long-range planetary cannons and the roars of light spears, one huge warship after another disintegrated and shattered in the void as if being chopped by the long sword of a Titan giant.

With the addition of more long-range battleships and Adeptus Mechanicus warships, after the Space Wolves' star fortress suppressed the enemy's firepower, the powerful Space Wolves fleet eliminated the enemy's defensive formation layer by layer like a puzzle game. When the enemy's formation was weakened to a certain extent, Russ's flagship, the Heracfeinir, took the lead and rushed towards the remaining Randan fleet. If nothing unexpected happened, it was only a matter of time before the Space Wolves broke through the enemy's defenses.

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"It seems my brother is still very quick. We should speed up too." A smile crossed Zhuangsen's face as he watched the events unfold on the battlefield. Although Zhuangsen had yet to collaborate with his fellow brothers, he was currently quite satisfied with Russ's performance. His tactical and technical skills were quite good. While his military philosophies differed somewhat from those of the Dark Angels, making him unsuitable for certain extreme missions, it had to be said that, for the most part, their cooperation was pleasant. Of course, what pleased Zhuangsen most was that Russ was willing to obey his orders most of the time.

However, before the smile on his face faded, something strange happened to the distant Space Wolves fleet! Nearly half of the Space Wolves fleet suddenly abandoned their original attack positions and, led by the flagship Heracfeinir, rushed towards a remote small star fortress and a small fleet nearby!

"Damn it! What happened?" Jonson's face darkened. "Send an inquiry to the Space Wolves' flagship immediately. I demand they return to their original position and execute the established plan! Also, inquire why they left their position!"

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"My Lord, Lord Jonson has sent an inquiry..."

"I understand." Russ looked at the information in front of him with a cold face, which he had just received a few minutes ago.

"Lord Jonson asked us to carry out the plan and asked us what happened."

"Give away one-third of the fleet in my hands and let them continue the frontal offensive! The rest of the fleet will follow Heraclefener. The plan remains unchanged. We will take down this star fortress! Then save our brothers and destroy everything there!" Rus said gritting his teeth.

The information Russ received minutes earlier disrupted his original plan. Rune Priests and technicians had determined that a nearby star fortress held Space Wolves prisoners and mutated werewolves. This left Russ extremely anxious. He wanted to rescue his brothers, but at the same time, he couldn't let the Space Wolves' werewolf problem become public knowledge. So, at this moment, Russ vowed to stop his enemy at all costs and nip any potential dangers in the bud. As for the battlefield ahead, Russ believed he had already left a considerable force behind, but the reason for this was clearly beyond Russ's ability to explain to Jonson! Ultimately, facing Jonson's questioning, Russ chose silence, intending to explain to his brothers after the battle!

Chapter 241 Conflict

"What's my brother doing?!" Zhuang Sen said angrily as he watched Rus, still determined to leave the main battlefield with part of his fleet, couldn't understand what could be more important than annihilating the retreating Randan fleet on the current battlefield! Because Rus had left with part of his fleet prematurely, the Space Wolves' attack power had dropped significantly. The attacking fleet was unable to close the gap within the scheduled time, causing more and more Randan fleets to evacuate through the gap.

"Sir, it might be a werewolf. I feel your brother may want to destroy the traces!" Asjos whispered beside him.

"This is not an important matter in the first place! My brother forgot the most important thing at hand for a trivial matter! This is dereliction of duty!" Zhuang Sen looked at the battlefield in the distance, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

"Tell Luther to bring the reserve troops into the battlefield and push the entire fleet forward. I swear, this matter cannot end like this! My brother must admit his mistake!" Zhuang Sen said gritting his teeth. He wanted to rush to the Randan alien space station several times, then intercept his brother and ask him why he did such a thing, but now, his responsibility as the commander-in-chief required him to stay on the front line of the battlefield and end the battle in front of him first.

The Dark Angels held back no longer, launching an all-out, reckless attack. In the distance, Russ's Space Wolves fleet intercepted the Randan fleet and the core station. Salvos from the Heracles Fenr and other battleships quickly overloaded the station's shields. Russ let out a howl, and thousands of Space Wolves, accompanied by their Primarch, teleported aboard the warship. A one-sided slaughter began.

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"Russ is still too impulsive. And his methods aren't smooth enough." What neither Russ nor Zhuangsen could have imagined was that countless light years away, in the Tower of Light, the Traveler had already seen through all of this. He sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Was Russ's action justified? It certainly was, after all, driven by a desire to save his own offspring and prevent the werewolf's secrets from becoming public. As Primarch of the Space Wolves, his actions were understandable, but it wasn't the right time to do so, given the ongoing battle. Russ had silently abandoned the Dark Angels, and the original mission clearly wasn't going to be completed quickly.

Besides, the Traveler had already hinted that the werewolf issue wasn't a big deal. And even if you went to rescue them, with such a small fleet in the distance, wouldn't it be enough to send a capable subordinate up there with the men? Why would you, the Primarch, have to go? Just stay with the main fleet, then inform Jonson that there's something on the distant station that needs to be dealt with, and the matter would be basically brushed off.

Zhuangsen was very angry. He was not only angry because the Space Wolves had left their positions without permission, but also angry about Rus's attitude. At this time, Zhuangsen just needed a way out. Rus would stay in the team and then send a message to Zhuangsen, and the latter would also express his understanding. However, Rus chose not to respond, and led his men up himself.

"Lord of Radiance." The traveler looked at the clone of Lord of Radiance standing beside him.

"Your Excellency," the Lord of Radiance bowed his head in greeting. His tone and manner were impeccable. Truth be told, the Lord of Radiance had never shown such respect to the Emperor. For the Lord of Radiance, respect for the Emperor was simply due to His immense power and the ideal of restoring humanity's glory. While they had no direct relationship, the Traveler had once worked within the Human Federation, where the Lord of Radiance was based, and much of the Lord of Radiance's technology came from the Traveler. Therefore, the Lord of Radiance treated the Traveler with great respect.

"In the future, I will leave the legion for a while, and Russ needs you to take better care of him." said the traveler.

"Haha, no problem. Just an impulsive child who hasn't grown up yet. Although Russ can be a bit hot-tempered, he's still much better than Perturabo," the Lord of Radiance said. In reality, the Lord of Radiance was only holding back out of consideration for the Traveler's kindness. After all, when it came to physical prowess, whether in single combat or commanding legions, the Lord of Radiance believed Russ was perhaps slightly inferior to Perturabo... It was simply that the Traveler had brought Russ to a level unsuitable for him.

"Why are you here?" At this moment, a golden light appeared in the hall. When the light dissipated, the Emperor's clone appeared in front of the two of them. His face was gloomy, even distorted with anger, and strong negative emotions emanated from his whole body.

"Is it because of the Legion and Primarch that are destined to disappear?" asked the Traveler.

"Yes, I really did try to save him! But what I didn't expect was that he chose to fall! He colluded with the aliens for power! He deserved to die! I persuaded him! And I was ready to bring him back, but he turned his back on me and betrayed humanity!" The Emperor roared angrily. "I will destroy him utterly! I will wipe everything about him and his Legion from history!"

"Huh..." After hearing the Emperor's words, the Traveler heaved a sigh of relief and said nothing else. Although both the Traveler and the Emperor had already determined that at least one legion and Primarch would be lost, given the Emperor's arrogant temperament, how could he not give it a try? So, while the Traveler was forcing back the Randan army in the direction of Shana, the Emperor was also ready to personally take action to bring his son back. However, what the Emperor did not expect was that the Primarch accepted the conditions proposed by the Overlord of Randan, in exchange for the latter's loyalty on the condition of promoting the latter to the Supreme Mastermind. What was even more hateful was that the Primarch would complete the promotion by sacrificing his offspring!

After all, the Lord of Randan is now at the same level as the Emperor. When the target choice tends to be the Randan alien, the Emperor cannot pull his child out of the abyss.

"The allure of power and authority is truly immense," the Lord of Radiance thought to himself. If we simply consider status and future prospects, the Supreme Mastermind is indeed stronger than ordinary Primarchs. This strength isn't just due to the Supreme Mastermind's power, which can easily destroy a planet, but also lies in the Supreme Mastermind's future prospects! Theoretically, the Supreme Mastermind has the potential to ascend to godhood! Since the Primarchs' powers derive from external sources, with the exception of Sanguinius, this theoretically isn't possible.

"What are you going to do now?" asked the Emperor.

"A cat-dog fight is about to break out. I'll go and stop them later." The traveler sighed.

"You're finally out of hiding? Are you ready to meet Rus in your true form? Are you ending this charade?" the Emperor snorted. At this point, with the Traveler's status and power, projecting his avatar and true form next to the already marked Rus wouldn't be a problem, even across the vast distance. (After all, in the 40K era, lions could cross a "forest" and reach another planet directly.)

"Do you think I can still hide now?" The Traveler looked at the Emperor. Clearly, the Traveler's journey to godhood had entered a countdown, and even if He so desired, He could ascend at any time. However, He had to eliminate the Randan Overlord before He could achieve godhood!

"Also, keep an eye on Russ, he's still not mature enough." The traveler sighed.

"I plan to deal with that rebellious son, and the legionnaires who have not yet been contaminated will be incorporated into other legions." said the Emperor.

"I don't want Rus to go, you can handle the rest," said the traveler.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements." asked the Emperor.

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"Sir, we've found a total of 120 captured brothers, over 30 of whom have undergone horrific mutations. Some of them were subjected to cruel experiments by the Randan aliens..." a servant reported to Rus. Rus, meanwhile, was also gloomy as he walked through the Randan Hall.

"Let's clean this place up as planned. Damn aliens! I swear, I'll crush all the Randan aliens to ashes!" Russ said angrily. At this moment, he didn't expect that Zhuangsen, who had already finished the battle, was on his way angrily!

"My lord, the Dark Angels' fleet is heading here." At this moment, a piece of news made Russ, who was already extremely irritable, even more irritable.

"What's he doing here? Tell the Dark Angels they don't need to worry about this!" Russ said impatiently. Then, he began to think about how to deal with the situation. However, Russ had clearly underestimated Jonson's anger. A few minutes later, the Dark Angels fleet broke through the Space Wolves' blockade. Jonson, along with his guards, teleported to the crippled star fortress.

"Sir, Zhuang Sen and his guards have entered the star fortress!" After a few minutes, Russ finally realized that the situation before him might not be resolved peacefully.

"The Dark Angels, they're always so overbearing!" Russ said, his face livid. "Garner Ganhilt, bring the guards. Let's go check on my brother. What has driven him so mad that he insists on getting involved in this matter that has nothing to do with him?" Russ picked up his battle axe and longsword and headed towards Jonson's position. Led by Garner Ganhilt, Captain of the First Company, hundreds of Centurion Terminators followed closely behind. At this point, they were relatively restrained. The Lion King only brought his guards, and Russ didn't bring any heavy weapons. Finally, the two met in an empty airfield.

"My brother, you have failed in your duty and violated your promise to me. We could have achieved greater results and caused the empire to shed less blood." Zhuangsen looked at Russ opposite him. The latter was obviously not in a good mental state, but Zhuangsen was not interested in knowing the reason at this time. He came here just to get an explanation and an apology from the other party!

"Have I failed in my duty? What is my duty? My duty is to fight for the empire and protect my descendants, and all my actions so far have been based on this principle. But you, Zhuangsen, this is my spoils of war. When my people attacked and occupied this place, then this place is mine, but you broke in here with your fleet, like a bad guest breaking into my home. If you quit now, I can pretend nothing happened, if..." Russ retorted.

"Enough! Russ, stop changing the subject! You know what I'm talking about! The original plan was for your legion to cut off the retreat of the Randan aliens, but at the critical moment, you evacuated with the fleet! You are dereliction of duty!" Zhuangsen said angrily.

"Malfeasance? Ummm." Ruth sneered. "We don't have any affiliation, right?"

"This..." Zhuang Sen was stunned at first, but it was obvious that Rus was right. After the two legions cooperated, there was indeed no clear affiliation. It was just that Rus was very obedient before, and the cooperation between the two sides was also good. Zhuang Sen himself became the leader of this battle, but now, when Rus raised this question, Zhuang Sen really could not answer.

"So, my legion, how I want to command it is my business. Do you understand?" Rus said.

"Haha, Russ, I misjudged you. I originally thought you were a sensible brother, someone who could distinguish the important from the unimportant. But clearly, you're not. You've abandoned the greater good for your own selfish calculations, to cover up the problems within your legion." Zhuang Sen laughed angrily. "And now, you're justifying abandoning your allies so righteously."

"I didn't abandon my allies!" Russ was furious! Fenris's traditions and his own honor made it impossible for him to accept the accusation of abandoning his allies. "I left most of the fleet behind! They're still carrying out their mission, and you're slandering me! Jonson! If you don't apologize, I'll seek justice with my sword!"

Following Rus's words, Ghana Ganshilt and the guards behind him were also ready, raising their axes and shields in unison. This action also stimulated the dark angel on the opposite side. Asjos stood up, and the guards behind him immediately formed a battle formation.

"......" The reaction of the descendants surprised the two primarchs. Russ looked back at his subordinates, and Zhuangsen also made a secret gesture.

"Jonson, how about we have a good talk here, just you and me?" Rus's rationality allowed him to prevent a fight at the last moment.

"Asjos, take your men out of this hall and keep an eye on the Space Wolves across the street." Zhuangsen said after thinking for a moment.

"Sir..." Asjos said with a worried look on his face.

"Just a barbarian king. I've seen many of them." Zhuang Sen said without any concern.

"Leave this place, Ganner Ganhilt. Keep an eye on our spoils," Russ said. "Leave this to me. Let me see what this self-proclaimed Lord of Knights is made of."

Chapter 242: Jonson: Russ! He is not human! (6K)

"Put away your sword, Rus. I know what you are worried about. Your legion has encountered a terrible curse. Of course, there may be other reasons, but..." When there were only two people left in the hall, Zhuangsen said. He knew very well why Rus insisted on leaving the battlefield and coming here, but it was obvious that Zhuangsen chose a bad time. The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and it was obviously not suitable to discuss some overly sensitive topics at this time.

"Shut up, Jonson! You actually doubt the purity of your comrades who fought alongside you. Ever since I left the planet where I was born, I have been fighting for humanity, the empire and my father, and now you doubt us because of an accident!" Jonson's words were like a thorn that stimulated Rus's most sensitive nerves.

"I am merely stating a fact, a fact which exists whether I state it or not," insisted Jonson.

Before Jonson could finish his words, however, Russ charged at him, his sword wielding. The Kraken's Bite, like the winter of Fenris, struck his brother with unstoppable force.

Naturally, Jonson wasn't unprepared. If the Kraken's Bite represented the wildness of Fenris, then Jonson, wielding the Lion Sword, represented the finest swordsmanship of the Knights of Caliban. Physically, Russ was taller and larger than Jonson, like a giant bear. Jonson's advantage lay in his intuition and agility. The instant his Lion Sword made contact with the Kraken's Bite, it blocked the attack and, simultaneously, diverted the Wolf King's longsword.

"Stop, my brother." Zhuang Sen did not follow up. He held the sword flat in both hands, with the tip of the sword slightly drooping.

"Stop? No, can't we just be more decisive? Let's resolve this feud in a fight?" Russ seemed to be asking Jonson, but also himself. When their weapons first clashed, Russ seemed to sink into deeper confusion, his rationality and brute force seemingly at odds. His rational side told him he was facing his brother, and fighting and rage wouldn't solve the problem, but his brute force wanted to punch Jonson in the face for offending him. Ultimately, Russ, who wasn't a big fan of thinking, raised his sword again.

"Come, brother. Let us fight!" Russ, his weapon a moving storm of death, rushed towards his kin. He sought to resolve the situation with a single blow, and as he raised his weapon once more, Jonson shared a similar sentiment. The Children of the Emperor, a fusion of the power of the Warp and forbidden technology, engaged in their first battle.

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"A fight has begun." The cat-dog clash did not escape the Traveler's attention. Meanwhile, the Emperor's clone was also watching the battlefield.

"You are right. Russ is indeed not suitable to be an executioner. An executioner needs to be loyal and fearless of difficulties, but he must not be reckless or impulsive." The emperor looked at Russ and said with a little disappointment.

In such a situation, even the Emperor, nicknamed the Warhammer Dragon by travelers, would never resort to swords. The reason is simple: conflict between two parties only exacerbates the problem. Violence is effective only when one side has an absolute advantage or when the conflict between the two sides is irreconcilable. This is clearly not the case with the conflict between Jonson and Rus. Rus is at a disadvantage compared to Jonson, and the relationship between the two sides is limited to minor conflicts, far from a sword fight. Rus's recklessness will not help resolve the problem.

Just like the Emperor, even with his coldness and ruthlessness, upon realizing the Traveler's true nature, He decisively abandoned the idea of ​​resolving the issue through force. It could be said that the Traveler earned the Emperor's approval through his strength and status. Clearly, Russ hadn't found the best solution.

"So, you're going to change?" asked the traveler.

"Still considering it," the Emperor said. "When are you going to go?" Russ hesitated. It was clear he was aware of his problem, but he couldn't come up with a solution. He was driven by his inner savagery and fury, while Jonson was truly furious. In this situation, Russ would suffer in a short while."

"Alas..." The traveler sighed. With difficulty, he rose from the throne. As a god-ascending being, it was extremely difficult to see the throne and sit upon it. But once seated, it was equally difficult to rise again and return to the mortal world. Authority and godhood were gifts, but they were also shackles.

"You'll need to personally address the matter of Zhuang Sen." The Traveler stood up and glanced at the Emperor, his humanity veneer once more covering his now-almost-uncoverable essence. Then, with a flick of his hand, a door appeared before the Traveler. As the door swung open, an endless pale blue light filled the hall. The Traveler stepped out and vanished from the Tower of Light.

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"Hu... Rus, your violence and rudeness won't help you win the battle. I actually like the you before. Although you gave people a vulgar feeling, at least you were normal." Zhuang Sen, whose helmet had been knocked off, shouted at Rus who was also panting in the distance.

After a fierce battle, Jonson still held a slight advantage, after all, being a top-tier one-on-one fighter among the Primarchs. With Russ hesitant, Jonson gained the upper hand, but the situation remained largely balanced.